Wheeling Gull Isle angel band

Though at only a month of age, Malakai had come to love the sea. At the distance of the beach to the den safely tucked within the woodlands, the crash of waves could still be heard in the distance if you took the moment to focus on it. However, it was never a noise which Malakai had put much attention to, at such a young age.

A time of their first great changes was upon them. Now, at a little over a month old, he had been allowed to leave the den and walk out into the sun. They would begin to wean and taste test many things. They would learn to speak proper words, however small. And most importantly, they would see the world. 

Malakai would stop short of the sands, still in the wispy long summer grass, not all that far out from his mother further along the beach. His head is lifted high, taking in deep breathes of the salty air and closing his eyes as he drank up the warmth of the sun. He had already learned to love his family and now he would learn to love his home, too.